"There isn't any I know of."
"Then leave it to Fink. Smart cop, Fink. He'll find the gimmick."
Lennox nodded. "But damn it, I can't sit on my credits and wait for the explosion Sunday. I've got to do something."
"You're an amateur, Jake. Stay out of the act."
"I've got a crazy feeling that everything's hanging on this one week. If I fight through the week, I'm safe. I've got to fight, Kitten."
"You fight too much. Sit tight for a change and wait."
"No. Damn it. No." He brooded, then burst out: "I've got an idea what to do."
"What?"
"While Fink's looking for the guy who's writing these letters...."
"Could be a dame."